[Idiot. He shakes his head slowly, though maybe ever so slightly amused.]
I don't know if anything will come of it. As I've said, we have to both survive whatever happens when we finally run into Lucien. If we do, if Laudna is anything to go by - timelines are so fragile...
[A small shrug. He glances away.]
There are other things: I'm likely going to be a fugitive, always on the run; Caleb has his own goals... Our lifespans are also not congruent. I live for a very long time, and Caleb lives for so short a time.
He's quiet as he listens, and the silence stretches on even after Essek has finished speaking. He doesn't like thinking about incompatible lifespans, and he shoves the thought aside by dragging a hand down his face. ]
You know, you're what the kids would call 'a bummer' in this day and age.
[No, no. Let's think about incompatible lifespans. Let's think about them... (This is why they break up with each other later when Caleb gets older, by the way.)]
For what, thinking about the logistics of things before running head first into them?
Oh my god. CAN'T A MAN WHO NEVER FEELS AS IF HE CAN TALK ABOUT HIS INSECURITIES TALK ABOUT HIS FUCKING INSECURITIES WITH HIS FRIEND? WHAT GOOD ARE YOU?! Sorry we can't all plug our ears and close our eyes and pretend like everything is fine!
Finally, he rolls his eyes heavily and drops dramatically back onto the other side of the bed, unbothered if he has to force Aventurine to make room for him. He lies like the dead, though, not sprawled out like an Aventurine starfish. Hands on stomach, looking grave.]
[He stares into the middle distance over Aventurine's shoulder, exasperated.]
Yes, he made a firm show of his enjoyment of a little smut in his romantic reads.
[There's a WHORE.]
His whole life has been an entanglement of quickly falling in love and mage rights... but I suppose that happens when you are persecuted as a religious captive.
[THE WAY CALEB HAS EQUALLY AS MESSY A LIFE IN TERMS OF DESTRUCTION AND ALSO LOVE. Anyway, Anders is a bottom. They would just be Francy's two bottoms meme picture.]
Please stop talking. What, are you going to abandon me and Anders in the hotel now like you did me and Wriothesley?
[Giving Aventurine a glare, but like with no heat whatsoever. Just exasperation. Then sort of drops back into corpse-like place while looking at the ceiling.]
He has his own plans within Faerûn with Kaworu and Shadowheart.
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[This is just teasing. It's both of them. It's because they are pretty similar aside from the yin and yang of personalities.]
I guess I also gambled in my own way, too. [AS HE SAW. Annoying.] Except I had a great deal to lose. And have.
But the only good gambles are those with the highest stakes.
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It's the highest risks that pay out the highest rewards, after all.
[ And he's got no interest in the small change. ]
You're either braver or stupider than I am. Now that I have more to lose, I'm less likely to gamble.
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So am I.
[Sometimes fucking other people complicate your desires and wishes!!!!!!!!]
Everything I've always done has been dangerous. But now...
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[ hehehehe ]
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Stop that. There isn't anything between us.
[Yet. That comes after the whole tabletop campaign is over.]
Weren't you the one trying to get me to talk to Wriothesley?
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That was before I knew about your pending love interest back home!
[ He refuses to believe there is nothing there after That Memory. ]
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I don't know if anything will come of it. As I've said, we have to both survive whatever happens when we finally run into Lucien. If we do, if Laudna is anything to go by - timelines are so fragile...
[A small shrug. He glances away.]
There are other things: I'm likely going to be a fugitive, always on the run; Caleb has his own goals... Our lifespans are also not congruent. I live for a very long time, and Caleb lives for so short a time.
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He's quiet as he listens, and the silence stretches on even after Essek has finished speaking. He doesn't like thinking about incompatible lifespans, and he shoves the thought aside by dragging a hand down his face. ]
You know, you're what the kids would call 'a bummer' in this day and age.
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For what, thinking about the logistics of things before running head first into them?
[IT'S SAID KIND OF POINTEDLY.]
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You need to read the atmosphere of the room. Here I am trying to talk about boys with you, and you keep bringing up how you might die.
[ That's such a bummer move. ]
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Oh my god. CAN'T A MAN WHO NEVER FEELS AS IF HE CAN TALK ABOUT HIS INSECURITIES TALK ABOUT HIS FUCKING INSECURITIES WITH HIS FRIEND? WHAT GOOD ARE YOU?! Sorry we can't all plug our ears and close our eyes and pretend like everything is fine!
Finally, he rolls his eyes heavily and drops dramatically back onto the other side of the bed, unbothered if he has to force Aventurine to make room for him. He lies like the dead, though, not sprawled out like an Aventurine starfish. Hands on stomach, looking grave.]
I think Anders is flirting with me.
[He just says this.]
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ROLLS OVER SO THAT HE IS ON HIS STOMACH AND CAN STARE DOWN AT ESSEK PROPERLY ]
... Seriously?
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Yes. He said that I was "a catch" after we had talked about... romance. He has had a messy love life.
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Okay, not to gossip about the guy, but he told me he had a reputation too. What did he tell you?
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...A reputation?
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[ THERE IS A WHORE IN THEIR MIDST ]
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Yes, he made a firm show of his enjoyment of a little smut in his romantic reads.
[There's a WHORE.]
His whole life has been an entanglement of quickly falling in love and mage rights... but I suppose that happens when you are persecuted as a religious captive.
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[ Fishing.............. ]
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I hate you. I don't even know him that well outside of a couple of hours into the insanity of this week's set-up.
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It's not like we're short on time here. We've still got, what? Four more weeks? To get to know everyone.
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Please stop talking. What, are you going to abandon me and Anders in the hotel now like you did me and Wriothesley?
[Giving Aventurine a glare, but like with no heat whatsoever. Just exasperation. Then sort of drops back into corpse-like place while looking at the ceiling.]
He has his own plans within Faerûn with Kaworu and Shadowheart.
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And then he's focusing back up. ]
I guess you've got a lot riding on your return, too. But hey, that doesn't mean you can't have a bit of fun while you're in this place.
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"A bit of fun"? Please, just because I'm kidnapped into another dimension doesn't mean I lose my standards.
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Your standards are too high. Lower them a little bit.